“Yea, BYOB.”
“Ayeeee!” She started throwing her ass in a circle as she sent out a text message to her group chat.
“It ain’t even no music playing and you still in this bitch throwing ass.” Al frowned.
“I don’t need music nigga, this ass gone clap every time.”
“And you wanna marry her?” Al glanced back at Duce.
“Yea,” he answered with a goofy grin.
“Ole henpecked ass nigga.”
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It didn’t take long for the word to spread because by 9 o’clock, the house was rocking,literally. Duce was sure by the end of the night, the floorboards in his living room were going to be squeaky as fuck. From the kitchen to the bathroom, people were spread throughout the house, and it was a vibe. Pearl switched out all the bright lightbulbs with her mood bulbs, giving them a nice laid-back environment. There was no arguing, fighting, or hostile energy, just good vibes, good people, and bomb ass music. Instead of cooking, Logic gave Pearl the money to order wings, pizza, and snacks. Al sent one of his female friends to Costco to pick up liters of liquor and ice while Duce provided the green.
“Hey everybody.” Diamond waved, walking into the kitchen with her overnight bag.
“The fuck is this?” Duce asked, staring at her bag. “Why are you always coming over here with a bag like you homeless or some shit?”
“This is my spend the night bag. I might get too tipsy and need to crash.”
“Then don’t get tipsy, so you won’t have to crash.”
“Shut up.” She waved him off, turning to face Logic. “I heard you giving out YSL bags, where mine at?”
“I got you next time,” he promised.
“Bitch, you ain’t his woman,” Pearl said as she stepped into the kitchen. “Don’t come in here checking him.”
“You ain’t his woman either.” Duce frowned at her.
“A girl could dream,” she sighed, twisting out of the kitchen.
“I’mma fuck her up,” Duce swore, pressing the play button on the switchboard. The beat he had been working on for a couple of days started to play.
Bobbing his head, Logic grinned. He couldn’t wait to pull Duce into the studio with him. The man was a master at intertwining instrumentals. Just when you thought you were about to grind to a freaky ass song, Duce dropped some shit that would have you stomping the yard.
“I like this.” Al bobbed his head, pulling the rolled blunt from behind his ear.
“It’s dope as fuck,” Logic agreed, removing his vibrating phone from his pocket. He started to ignore the text from the unknown number but opened it because Sage was still with his deadbeat mama.
734-680-9062
You still being problematic I see.
Logic grinned. Only one person called him problematic and he had been looking forward to hearing from her.
What’s going on sweetheart?he replied.
“Lo, you trying to jump on this beat?” Duce asked, causing him to lift his head.
“Yea, let them go first.” Logic pointed to the dudes standing around the kitchen.
734-680-9062
Not you being all polite after causing trouble. Why do you keep putting your hands on that man?
